Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Q65,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.